Winter Coulter

The Woes Of Winter - Poem by Winter Coulter

A symbol of innocence to some To me it symbolizes deathA pure beauty to a happier person To me it's the bitterness of a dying heartA horrid reminder of the woes of winterA bitter cold that settles in the bones and never departsA sense of depression A sense of being trappedThe thought of another ending, another death Hearing nothing but the screaming wind, then dead silence